Roles:
Jazz: A pet (a type of submissive); slave and submissive concubine. Carrier Mech; Carrier mech turned Host Carrier
Soundwave: The possessive/abusive master; Host Carrier and Sire Mech
Prowl: The gentle/stern master; a slave and dominating concubine. Sire Mech
Definitions:
Sire Mech: A mech that sparks a carrier; has only a spike
Host Carrier: A mech/femme that creates Cassetticons/symbionts. Can either have both spike and valve, a valve, or just a spike
Carrier Mech: A mech that has both spike and valve, and can get sparked by either a Sire mech or Host Carrier.
I got them from the Time units TF wiki, and cherry picked the ones i liked.
Breem: 8.3 minutes
Vorn: 83 years
Cycle: 2 hours
Groon: 1 hour
Nano-klik: 1 second
Deca-cycle: 30 days
Deci-vorn: 8.3 years
Klik: 1.2 minutes
Mega-cycle: 93 hours
Meta-cycle: 13 months
Stellar cycle: 7.5 monts
Astrosecond: .5 seconds
Solar cycle: 1 day
Lunar cycle: 1 night
Romance: Mentions, but nothing happens
Ch. 35
"Checkmate." Prowl said coldly as he won his fifth game against Jazz. The Polyhexian was able to finish his chores early thanks to Prowl insisting on helping. Soundwave had left the two to go to a business meeting at the Pits, and it was just the two mechs along with Jazz's symbionts. Barricade had also gone for work, so it really was just the two of them while the symbionts watched a movie.
Jazz laughed with his visors bright. "I almost got you that time. Your battle computer really is powerful, I mean I knew it was strong, but watching you work out every move is so adorable." He complimented the Praxian while he watched Prowl reset the board. The Polyhexian looked over just as Graphy climbed on the back of the couch and opened his wings. Jazz shot up from his chair and picked the avian up. "No, no you'll get hurt Graphy."
"Jazz, Graphy is going to need to learn how to fly. You're only going to hurt him if you stop him from doing what comes natural." Prowl went over to the Polyhexian and placed his servo on the small of his back. Jazz shook his helm with a pout as he lowered his son back on the couch. "He isn't going to leave once he flies."
"I know, but what if he gets hurt?" The conjux of the lord of the house looked at the avian squawked as he flapped his wings with excitement in his field. The other creations watched their creator nervously step further back to let the mechling flare his oversized wings out. Graphy nervously moved in his spot when he looked down before he panicked and folded his wings tightly to his frame. "Graphy, it's okay sweetspark. Carrier will catch you."
Promise? The nervous mechling asked before a bite on his leg got him to cry out and fall towards the ground. Jazz went to catch the falling sparkling, but when he lunged forward Graphy caught himself with his wings. The young symbiont chirped his confusion before examining himself, and his excitement got the better of him. The moment he started falling, his Carrier swooped him up into his arms. Carrier, I was flying! He chirped excitedly before looking at his twin. You bite me!
You were scared! Ravage says we have to be brave! Noise roared with his tail hitting Playback on the back of his helm. The older mechling shouted and pushed the t-rex. Jazz handed the Pteranodon off to Prowl before picking up the other two mechlings I separate arms. "You two, stop fighting. If you break something, I am going to make you both clean the entire library. Noise, you do not bite your siblings and Playback, you don't push your brother."
"Carrier, when is Sire going to come home?" Flip Sides asked when she sat her datapad down. She had been doing school work since their Sire had left, and she was told to do her work until he returned. "If I have to look at mathematics again, I'm going to end up like Starscream."
The front door opened as the Carrier went to reassure his only daughter. The young sparks cheered excitedly as they went to go storm their Sire. Jazz chuckled with a shake of his helm before he looked at Prowl with his smile turning into a slight frown. "What's wrong Prowler?"
"I haven't see Smokescreen in a few solar cycles and Lord Soundwave had me order a few things for this party that Lord Megatron is having." Prowl explained what was on his mind as they went to the main room. Soundwave was in the main hall with all of his creations, both his own and Jazz's, surrounding him. The lord of the house looked up and the two mechs bowed their helms. "Welcome back Lord Soundwave."
"Welcome home my lord." Jazz greeted with a smile before he stood up straight with a pleasant smile on his face. "I'll get energon for our guest. Come along you four." He held his arm in a downward angle to give Graphy something to climb onto. Three of Jazz's creations climbed on their Carrier's back while Noise just walked beside him. Prowl looked at the retreating Polyhexian with confusion and went to go after him before his brother stepped out from behind Soundwave with a big smile on his face.
Prowl's wings flared with happiness flooding him. The younger brother tackled his older brother with a tight hug. "Prowl! Are you okay? They didn't hurt you did they?"
Four solar cycles ago, Prowl had taken the symbionts on a walk while Soundwave had taken Jazz to get his annual physical. On their way back home, a slave had gotten out of their master's hold, and tackled the unsuspecting Praxian to the ground and started beating the slag out of him before enforcers pulled the offending slave off. None of the symbionts had gotten hurt, but Prowl suffered minor wing damage and lacerations on his face. The slave that had attacked him was Trailbreaker and Soundwave had him placed back in the mines along with his master sentenced to prison for 'improper slave training'.
"I'm okay now Smokescreen. My cuts are healed, and wings are functioning at seventy percent. What are you doing here? I thought the party M- Lord Megatron was throwing was tonight?" He looked at his brother and then up at Soundwave quizzically. Even Prowl's battle computer agreed with him.
"I suggest taking the conversation to the lounge. I will be in my office." Soundwave gestured at the room the Praxian had just come from before going to his office.
Prowl led his brother into the room before they were sitting down on one of the couches. Smokescreen made a shaky ex-vent before angling his wings upwards and glanced at them. He saw his brother's optics widen when he saw the hidden panels on his wings were now exposed. "I wanted to tell you before the party, so you didn't just glitch and I wouldn't be that mech to tell you over comms. And I… Bee and I have talked about what you said at Shockwave's party, and we are on board with whatever plan you have. Ironhide is too, but it's more on our behalf rather than agreeing with you."
"How is Bumblebee's carrying going? I haven't heard much since Shockwave's. How far along are you?" Prowl asked Smokescreen while rubbing his wings. He was excited and also nervous to be an uncle, but he could only imagine how his brother and their friend must've been that they were carrying Megatron's creations.
"He's having a hard time walking, but from what Hook said he's getting close to having the sparkling. I found out only a couple solar cycles ago, so Megatron is pretty on edge with my carrying and was only willing to let me come over because Soundwave was already there." Smokescreen looked at Prowl who had that understanding look. He was nervous about carrying, but that was because Praxians had a hard time getting sparked.
Prowl went to speak, but Jazz had entered the room with a tray of energon in his servos. He sat the energon on the table before looking at the two with a smile. "Want me to shut the doors?"
"Please?" Prowl gave Jazz a look and he smiled before leaving them alone. He looked at his brother with their wings flicking as they read each other's field. "Has Bumblebee hidden away yet?"
Smokescreen snorted with a small laugh, "he refuses to leave our chambers and we have to have Hide in there when servants need to clean the room. It sucks, some of the servants are bots. Like I saw Kup the other solar cycle, I tried to say hi, but he didn't seem too excited to see me."
"I get the same reaction, but I believe that is mainly because I am freer than them." Prowl informed his brother before they drank from their cubes in silence. He sat his down on the table and looked back at his younger brother, "I don't have a solid plan, but I need to get all of the Autobot slaves in one area and talk to them. I'm not leaving you or that sparkling, and I'm definitely not let you fly off world while carrying."
The younger Praxian nodded in understanding, "Hide doesn't want to leave either because of us and Sides and Sunny. And I don't think he'd survive another war; he's getting stiff in the knees." Smokescreen held his cube on his lap with a shaky ex-vent. "What are you going to do to anyone that wants to leave?"
"If I can separate those that wish to remain and those that wish to leave, then I predict an 87.67% in my plan working without death. Smokescreen, if mechs I considered trustworthy mechs were willing to try and kill youngling that took no part in the war, then how can they be trusted to be free? Flip Sides may have been a spy, but does that warrant her being nearly torn apart?" Prowl looked his brother in the optics with a stoic expression.
Smokescreen shook his helm with his wings twitching. "And they would do something worse to mine and Bee's. Promise me Prowl that you won't kill anyone for any of us."
And promise Prowl did, the war was over, and he wanted to keep it that way. He spent most of the mid-cycle with his brother talking or showing him around the property, but when Barricade came to them and told them that Smokescreen had to go back the mechs reluctantly said their good-byes. Jazz found Prowl sulking in the library and he went over to comfort him. The Praxian leaned against the other mech with his arms tightening around him.
"We'll see him tonight Prowler. Come on, let's get you cleaned." Jazz took his servo with a smile gently placed on his lips. Prowl nodded and allowed the Polyhexian to take him to their washroom. The visored mech was cleaning the back of Prowl's wings when Soundwave entered their chambers. "Would you like me to clean you up as well!?"
"I will clean myself after you two are done." Soundwave answered from the other room. Jazz just shrugged and went back to cleaning with a soft hum before the master of the house put a stop to it. "Stop with the humming Jazz!"
Jazz squeaked and mumbled a sorry before quietly cleaning the Praxian. Prowl went to speak, but Jazz shook his helm and he took that as his sign that Soundwave was in a bad mood. They remained silent until Soundwave called for his mate, and the Polyhexian was quick to see what he wanted. "Y-Yes sir?"
"Make sure the symbionts are ready." He ordered and Jazz was quick to bow at Soundwave, and then left to retrieve the symbionts for their baths. When Prowl cleaned what he could, he got out to join Soundwave. Prowl looked at his master with his wings flaring up. The telepath could hear the Praxian's thoughts and the Lord was annoyed even further at how right he was. "A Seeker in Vos is being bothersome and that's bringing Starscream's annoying voice my way to 'fix his issue'. The Seeker is wanting an Autobot slave that is going to be put up to auction and refuses to leave the Constructicons and Tarn alone until he is guaranteed given this one Autobot."
Prowl put a servo to his chin with a silent hum of his engines before looking Soundwave in his visors. "If I may Sir, give this Seeker what he wants and then remove them both from the planet. You have new sparks and Megatron are bringing sparklings into this world, there is a zero percent chance that either would be willing to start another war."
"And what are you going to do about it my ward?" Soundwave rose to his peds and gently wrapped his digits around his face. Prowl's facial expression didn't change from his resting cold face, but his wings shivered with the close proximity.
"Removing the problem from the situation. Lord Soundwave, I still do have the fastest CPU, I caught onto your plan to using my love for Jazz against me during your poker game. And though we will never be friends, we can agree on one thing; Jazz. Even though I do not have all of the variables, I will… assist in removing those that do not wish to stay, but I wish to take the non-lethal route. Sir." Prowl folded his servos behind his back when Soundwave removed his servo slowly.
Soundwave circled his ward before stopping with his frame barely touching the Praxian's. He leaned close to the side of his helm and whispered softly. "Then proceed with your plan Prowl, and perhaps if Lord Megatron is satisfied with the results, I can have you upgraded to citizenship early." The door opened to reveal Jazz with cleaned creations, and the older Host went over to him and placed a firm kiss on his lips. "I apologize for yelling at you my conjux, it was work."
"It's okay." The Polyhexian simply said with a smile on his face as he leaned into his mate. The younglings and sparklings in his hold were all looking at their creators before connecting themselves to their Carrier's limbs. Jazz felt better knowing he wasn't the cause for his mate's anger and knowing that meant he didn't need to worry about it any longer. "Would you like for me to grab the collars?"
Soundwave turned on his heel for the washroom to get ready for that evening's affairs. "Place them on the berth and get in position." The door closed behind him and the two did as they were told. It was nearly a groon before Soundwave emerged, saying nothing as he went over to the berth to examine the two kneeling mechs in front of him. He each collar and placed them on their respective wearer. Once the collars were secured, they rose to face the Lord with their gazes locked on him. "Come."
Even after a long walk to the palace, they were the first few to arrive. Barricade was standing outside the doors leading inside, clearly on guard duty for the night. Soundwave told Jazz to take the symbionts to a table while him and Prowl walked around. Soundwave's creations followed their creator's conjux with little fight. Prowl glanced around and saw several non-Iaconian servants walking around with trays of energon, and no collars, but then twice as many collared slaves with their servos cuffed to the trays in their servos. He recognized a few of them from the war and others weren't familiar. Prowl saw that Beachcomber was still functioning, but he wasn't holding a tray like any of the palace staff. An excited squeal pulled Prowl out his thoughts and Pixel came scurrying over to the pair.
"Lord Soundwave, I don't know how you did it, but thank you for the gift. He is looking a lot better than when he was first dropped off at the shop." The femme said with excitement after bowing to the Lord. She looked over her shoulder and Beachcomber sped walk to the femme. Prowl looked at Soundwave and then at the pacifist that was standing behind his apparently new mistress. Pixel looked at Prowl with a friendly smile, "I don't know how you knew, but Lord Soundwave said you knew I was short staff and that you knew someone who could help. And Beachcomber has been a doll!"
Prowl's wings flared with confusion swirling in his processor, but he awkwardly played it off. "You are welcome." He looked at his old ally and saw that he was covered in somewhat old welding marks, indicating that he was visited by a medic. "May I speak to Beachcomber… alone?"
Beachcomber's helm looked up slightly at his old commander and then at two slave owners. Soundwave gestured at the petite femme, leaving the decision up to her. She looked at the blue and white mech briefly before nodding, "could you make sure he refuels Ward Prowl? He missed a refuel period."
"As you wish." Prowl canted his wings with a slight bow. He tested the waters by hovering a servo over the smaller mech's back. When there was no response to the action from any of them, he placed a guiding servo on his back and spoke when they were far enough. "Beachcomber, are you okay? I thought you had deactivated the last time I saw you here. I don't know what she is talking about, I never said anything."
The mech shook his helm as they sat at an empty table. "Pixel has been better than the bots here. She actually spent a million credits on fixing up my frame. I don't care if you did it or not, I'm happy to be away from this place and the mines were even worse. What did she mean by 'ward'?"
Prowl was quick to take a cube from a passing server, who didn't notice until they were on the other side of the room. "Soundwave has declared that I'm his ward. I know you would never, but don't hurt Jazz or any of the symbionts with him. And Jazz doesn't remember the war at all, so don't be mad at him."
The geologist looked over at the Polyhexian that was being fed small cube gels by Soundwave and Pixel. "That must be nice not to remember. What about you? Are you okay?"
"Soundwave has altered a few things about me, including my glitch, but I am well compared to others. Tonight, tell as many Autobots to meet Smokescreen wherever he says is safe to talk. I have a plan to free all of us and I have a lot to tell, but it will be easier to say to everyone at once." Prowl explained before Flip Sides jumped beside the two Autobots with a smile on her face and in her Autobot disguise. Beachcomber looked apprehensive when the femmeling reverted back to her actual self. "Beachcomber, it's alright this is Flip Sides, Jazz's daughter. Flip Sides this is Beachcomber, an old friend."
The femme looked up at the Autobot quizzically before looking at him with a smile. "If you're Prowl's friend, you're my friend too. Did you fight in the war too?"
"Yes, I did." He said with some hesitation, but his answer seem to satisfy the femme. She hugged him before skipping through the growing crowd. The visored mech looked at Prowl with a bit of a frown. "She must've been the femme I heard Powerglide and the others tried to kill. She's Jazz's?"
Prowl nodded to both the question and statement. "Jazz had two sets of twins, and I terminated the them when Soundwave brought me here to bring her back home. My Praxian coding is one of the items that Soundwave has altered, and the reason I say to not harm his creations. I do not wish to kill any more of my allies or anyone."
The Praxian was eventually called back to Soundwave's side while he was chatting up others. If his master was talking to slave owners, he would tell the slaves in passing to meet Smokescreen where he says. They stopped to talk up Megatron and his brother hugged him long enough to whisper for him to bring the slaves to the library. Prowl subtly nodded before a pair of sharp talons landed on his shoulder, and he looked up to Graphy on his shoulder.
"Graphy, what is wrong?" He asked when the mechling was being odd. Then his twin started headbutting him tiredly. This is odd behavior. Prowl looked around for Jazz and saw him being surrounded by Autobots, and the Praxian knew this was going to cause a lot of issues. He quickly lifted the t-rex in his arms and hurried over to the mob.
"How could you Jazz!? He trusted you! And you killed him!" It was Springer, Brawn, and Kup that were whisper-yelling at the confused Jazz. Prowl stepped between them with his wings flared as he revved his engines in warning. "How can you defend that traitor Prowl!? He took Bluestreak from you and ratted us out." The triple charger pointed at the terrified Polyhexian.
"Stop it, you three are going to make a terrible mistake. Back away from this mech now or I will do something regrettable." Prowl felt Jazz hold onto his servo with an almost inaudible whimper. The three mechs weren't leaving and Prowl's battle computer labeled them from 'ally' to 'potential threat'. "Do you three wish to end up like the mechs that attempted at murdering a youngling?"
That caught their attention and that only infuriated them further. "You killed them for what, his affection?" Springer pointed his digit at Jazz with his rotors spinning with his anger in his voice.
Prowl growled with his wings shaking and before the Praxian could doing anything against the three mechs, Ironhide and the twins stepped in the middle of it. "Mechs, stop it or you'll end up in the mines again. Prowl ain't your enemy and neither is Jazz." Ironhide waved them away while the twins stayed with Prowl that was still defending Jazz.
"Prowl, it's cool now. Cool it before you attract attention." Sideswipe whispered while he tried to calm the tense Praxian, but nothing was getting through until Jazz took his servos. "Jazz, do you want us to let Lord Soundwave know?"
The Polyhexian shook his helm and hugged the Praxian to his frame with a feared whimper. Jazz's creations looked at their Carrier with confusion and fear for the mechs that just yelled at him. Prowl stuck close as the twins reluctantly left them. Noise didn't like the mechs that scared his Carrier and he snuck away, following his Sire's scent, and found him talking to Megatron. Megatron was holding onto the sparked mechs when he saw the allosaurus standing next to Soundwave.
The host saw his creation and he was concerned, "Noise, what are you doing here?" The mech had the small rex push him towards where Prowl was holding onto a crying Jazz. Soundwave sat on the other side of his mate and gently forced him to look into his visors. "Pet, what happened?"
Jazz said nothing as he let his mate in his mind, Soundwave went to go demolish the three mechs, but Prowl was faster. He threw Huffer over his shoulder, grabbed Springer by a rotor blade, and then dragged Kup by the servo. They were followed by Ironhide as they left the party room. The Praxian threw them across the unused room while the red mech turned the light on. "Are you three trying to kill us all!? Be mad at me all you want, but Jazz has no memory of the war! I have a plan and there's a worldwide plan on all Autobots, but you can't go threatening mechs like Soundwave! Megatron gave Ironhide altered Praxian coding and Soundwave enhanced mine that force us to kill anyone who threatens their mates and creations. I was this close to ripping your sparks at right then had Ironhide not shown up."
"You're both traitors to our kind? He has his own plan and it's getting rid of traitors like you." Huffer pointed an accusatory digit at Prowl.
"We ain't traitors you nutjob. I don't want to kill any of my friends and neither does he. The Cons, they have a whole list of Autobots, actual Autobots, with time until sent over the wall that Megatron has the Constructicons building. I can't speak for everyone, but the worst I've experienced is just being forced to clean the arsenal under supervision." Ironhide looked at Kup with that look of old friends. "Kup, you can't tell me that you can survive another war. This bot that claims to be a Prime is going to send you all to your deactivations."
The other older mech glared at the other with his arms crossed over his puffed out chest. "Name one Autobot that is free."
"Sideswipe and Sunstreaker have full citizenship, they are even trying to get a couple bots out of the mines." The red mech gestured at the door.
Prowl looked at the mechs with his wings twitching. "Who's this mech that is claiming to be the new Prime?"
Springer glared at the ex-enforcer with his rotor blades twitching. "You are the last mech I'd reveal that too, especially who your master is Prowl."
"Yeah Ho- the kid's secret is safe with us. What's this so-called plan anyways?" Huffer caught himself before glaring at Prowl.
"It will be easier if I tell everyone at once, but I need to talk to this Prime." Prowl said before he felt a quick pop in and out in his processor which meant that he was to return. "I need to head back before my disappearance draws unwanted attention. Just remember we are all in the same boat as you three."
Prowl left them to rejoin Soundwave near the middle of Jazz singing a song from a piano that was tucked back off to the side. It was very dark and romantic at the same time. Jazz looked up briefly before continuing the song.
As I begin to lose my grip
On these realities your sending
Taste your mind and taste your sex
I'm naked underneath your cover
Covers lie and we will bend and borrow
With the coming sign
The tide will take the sea will rise and time will rape
Black black heart why would you offer more
Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy
I'm on fire I'm rotting to the core
I'm eating all your kings and queens
All your sex and your diamonds
The Praxian shivered when he could feel his lover's change in field when he sung. After the song, Prowl watched Jazz bow in Megatron's direction before joining his mate's side. It wasn't long until Megatron called for all servants to be dismissed once the meal was served. Shockwave had dismissed both Preceptor and Ratchet but kept Blurr with him and Soundwave allowed Prowl to go. Megatron dismissed all three of his, but most of the Decepticons or simple lords kept theirs nearby.
Smokescreen led everyone to the library, Prowl made sure it was secured before speaking. Prowl explained the list, the new law, and what Megatron planned for all of the Autobot slaves. "Some have 'indefinite' next to their names simply for medical or age purposes. All of those that are owned and are aware of your sentence before being placed outside of Megatron's reign, you can use their strengths and weaknesses against them in order to lessen your sentence. But, I need to know who this new Prime is and give them their options." Prowl looked at all of them, some looked well and others not so well. "Leave the war in the past and leave Cybertron with a ship and as many of those we fought alongside with you, and no deaths. Or, gather whatever warriors you have and risk killing more of our comrades for a suicide mission. If you choose the former, I will speak to Soundwave and Shockwave to build real ship that will take you out of Cybertron's orbit where you can build new lives away from any Decepticons. But, if you choose the latter, some of us have been modded to kill anyone that harms the mates and creations of those that own us, and you will not make it out alive."
There was silence in the room before a red and yellow mech stepped out from the crowd. He had a band on each limb, indicating that he was a show room mech for some sort of race circuit. "And how can we trust you? You were once an honorable mech, someone who fought for justice, but now you bend loyally to your master. Optimus Prime trusted you to serve the Autobot insignia as if it was Praxus."
"Don't bring Praxus into this! Where were you when the war was going on? I don't want to have my sparkling in a warzone, how many of those that fought against a mech we all looked up too are now getting to the point they can't function like they did before? Ironhide, my friend and our protector, is getting to that point now. And so is Kup. Who's going to teach you how to fight? Jazz, has no memory of being ops, Bumblebee is nearing the end of his carrying, Mirage and Hound are under constant supervision by the DJD, is back in the mines for attacking my brother. Red Alert can barely function because Inferno's been reformatted." Smokescreen got defensive for this strange mech's lack of cooperation, or at least that's what he was telling himself. "Oh, and not to mention Blaster is somewhere off-world doing who knows what. And you're out a sniper because my other brother was reformatted! I can't and I won't fight in another war, not alongside a mech like you."
The Praxian turned and walked out of the room with Bumblebee soon after him. Ratchet and Preceptor both looked at each other before looking at Prowl. "How soon can a ship be built?"
"It will depend on how many wish to leave our home. If we built a ship the size of the ARK, it will take only… ten deca-cycles." Prowl answered while staring at the flamed patterned mech before recognizing him. "You. You're the mech in the stasis pod. How did you pass Megatron's test on finding the… he tested you and you passed."
The mech's optics slowly grew and he stumbled over his words. "Wh-Wh-What are you talking about?"
"You passed the test and he gave it to you, didn't he. He gave you the Matrix. So, why do you wish to kill off our comrades? Unless, you feel like you have to live up to someone meaningful to you." Prowl stepped closer to the mech with his wings flared. "What will it be Prime? Will you keep the peace and go off-world, or will you risk the Matrix for a suicide mission?"
The mech pressed his lips firmly and was about to answer before the door opened to reveal Flip Sides. She paid no mind to the tense aura of the room nor all of the staring mechs as she skipped towards Prowl. The femme jumped into his arms with a giggle. "Prowl, Sire says that it's time to go home."
"Are you going to listen to your master's pit spawn?" A mech called out at Prowl. The femme frown and hugged Prowl's helm with a whimper.
"Quit being mean to Prowl! You big meanie helms! Prowl is my friend and he likes my Carrier! You're all a bunch of meanies and you don't care about anyone but yourselves!" Flip Sides shouted before taking a deep intake to call her Carrier, but Prowl covered her face.
The Praxian looked at everyone in the room with a cold stare. "I will give you seventy-two hours to make your decision. Come along Flip Sides." He pulled her into his arms, cradling her close to his frame as he flared his wings. The Praxian comforted the femme even as he joined up with Soundwave and the others. The Praxian canted his wings to the lord with his helm bowed, "expect an answer soon, Lord Soundwave."
"Good." Soundwave simply said before finishing in Prowl's processor. Very good Prowl. The Lord smiled darkly before pulling the Praxian close to his frame, minding his daughter that was still in his ward's arms. "You are hiding the Prime's identity from me?"
"I believe Lord Megatron wishes for his identity to be concealed as he knows as well. There is an eighty percent chance that this mech will leave without a fight, therefore there is no reason for you to care who he is Sir." Prowl answered while handing the femme to Jazz. Are you going to punish me for withholding information, Sir?
Hm, perhaps not. Soundwave chuckled deeply before slowly walking off. "Come along Jazz, Prowl. We have a long walk home and younglings to put to stasis." Prowl looked over his shoulder to see Ironhide joining his brother by Megatron's side. The Praxian fluttered his wings at his brother who mirrored him. The group returned to the manor late at the lunar cycle, once all of symbionts were tucked in, Soundwave declared that they were going straight into stasis.
Prowl was laying on the other side of Jazz, watching him recharge while he held onto both mechs. Soundwave looked over his mate's chest to examine the Praxian. "Sir?"
"I believe I told you both to recharge." Soundwave gave his ward that tone that told Prowl he meant business. Prowl pressed his frame against his lover which pressed him against Soundwave. The Praxian looked at the blue mech with his wingtips twitching. "You're distracted, do you feel bad for forcing that type of decision?"
Prowl looked down slightly, "they will need a ship built. I cannot afford to feel emotions for mechs that threaten the safety of my family. Sir." He rolled over with his wings facing the others. I may not be an enforcer, but I will not fail Cybertron again by not preventing another war. The two mechs eventually went into stasis with one arm each holding onto Jazz.
By morning the two mechs onlined with Jazz not in the berth between them. They sat up slowly and saw the Polyhexian cleaning one spot on the floor viciously. His field was spiked with sadness and his mind was focused on the three mechs that were yelling at him. The two mechs joined Jazz on the floor; Soundwave pulled the scrub brush away from his mate while Prowl pushed the bucket away from the Polyhexian. "Did I do something bad?" He looked between the two mechs with a frown of confusion.
"No, you didn't Jazz." Prowl said before he gently placing his servos on the whimpering Polyhexian. It wasn't long before Jazz passed out and the Praxian panicked briefly until the Decepticon Lord lifted him into his arms. He rose to his peds and followed after the Host with concern. "Sir, where are you taking him? Jazz doesn't remember the war."
"He is focused on what the idiotic triple charger said about him. And now I have to alter his processor." Soundwave took Jazz to the playroom and laid him on the berth. Prowl watched the Host grab their hardline cables and connected them. "You're mad, why?"
Prowl crossed his arms with his wings twitching. "You can't keep doing this Lord Soundwave. You are going to destroy Jazz's processor by doing this. He is going to find out about you erasing his memory banks, and then he is going to hate you. Just give him a bit of time to recover from this, but don't alter his memories anymore."
The Host mech looked at the Praxian and then the Polyhexian as he thought about his options. After a few moments, Soundwave placed their hardline cables back in their compartments. He went over to Prowl and grabbed his chin with a firm grip. "You had better hope that Jazz doesn't focus too much on this."
"Then I will distract Jazz today with a date. If I am permitted to leave the property with him." Prowl said confidently at first before adding the last part with a hint of a question.
Soundwave hummed thoughtfully before his grip eased up. "Hm… I will allow this date, if you allow me to take you on one." Jazz groaned and it got his mate's attention. The Polyhexian looked around with confusion, but Soundwave was quick to comfort his mate. "Jazz, my dear conjux. It would seem that my ward wishes to take you out. Would you like to go?"
"Really? Where too?" Jazz perked up and looked at the monochrome Praxian with a smile on his face.
"Wherever you wish to go. Perhaps after morning energon?" Prowl looked at Soundwave, who nodded, and then he looked at Jazz with his wings twitching with a small smile. The Polyhexian purred with excitement and hugged the Decepticon ward with his horns rubbing against Prowl's shoulder plate. "By your reaction, I will assume that my offer has a ninety-five success rate?"
The blue visored mech nodded before declaring that he was going to retrieve the symbionts for morning energon. Soundwave didn't need to probe Prowl's mind or ask to know that the Praxian accepted his offer. He guided the Praxian downstairs as staff were scurrying around to finish their chores or get the table ready. Soundwave stopped Prowl from sitting at the table and wave a digit over. When he was close to the Host, Soundwave pointed to the ground and Prowl knelt down very slowly, and he heard the clicking sound of a collar.
"We can't have anyone thinking you're a runaway, now can we?" Soundwave said with a condescending tone. Prowl bit his glossa before slowly rising to his peds and stared him directly into his visors.
"We wouldn't want that at all, Sir." The Praxian smirked when he saw the smallest of twitches from Soundwave. He sat down in his chair with his wings held up high and a proud smile. "I believe one of your rules was that I can speak freely as long as I am being respectful. And I did stay with those parameters, sir?"
They were soon joined by Jazz, the Cassetticons, and Barricade. The Polyhexian looked between the two mechs and stifled his laugh when he seemed to have caught onto what got his mate to start refueling silently. Barricade stood from the table and looked at the head of the table. "I need to go see Tarn. He says something needs-" The Kaon stopped talking when he saw all of the Cassetticons staring at him. "He wants me to have a friendly conversation with some of Prowl's old comrades."
Jazz kept his glass near his mouth while Prowl sat his down. He opened his mouth, but Soundwave butted himself in the conversation. "There's a datapad on my desk, give it to him."
"Got it. Come on squirt." The enforcer said and Frenzy jumped down from his seat. Prowl's wings droop slightly as he watched what was once his brother walk out of the room without even a glance in his direction. I miss you brother. His attention was caught by Soundwave going back to drinking, and he followed Jazz's actions.
Graphy was sitting on his Carrier's shoulder, his beak had grown several sizes and Noise's denta grew sharper, so Jazz made the executive decision to wean the younger twins early. The Polyhexian was giving them gel cubes while drinking his energon. Prowl looked over at Soundwave's avians and saw that they were eating gel cubes as well. His battle computer was calculating everything, before setting his now empty cube down. "Jazz, would you like help feeding Noise and Graphy?"
Jazz took a glance at his mate and responded only after seeing the slightest nod. "Would you please?" The Polyhexian pushed one of the bowls over to the Praxian before extending out his arm. Prowl did the same and the red twin shrilled before going onto the other arm. When Graphy was on Prowl's arm he flapped his wings excitedly. Prowl brushed down his wings to calm him down. Jazz smiled gratefully when he could focus on feeding Noise. "Thank you."
"You are welcome." Prowl bowed his helm before picking up one of the cubes and held his palm out. After everyone had fueled, Jazz went to have his symbionts attach themselves to their spots on his limbs, but Soundwave had other plans.
"I'll watch them my conjux, you two have fun by yourselves." Soundwave pulled his mate close to his frame and kissed his lips firmly. Jazz was sent into a happy daze which pleased Soundwave. The Polyhexian smiled before kissing the tops of his creations' helms and told them to behave for their Sire. Prowl took Jazz's servo and let him decide which direction to take them.
Jazz held onto Prowl's servo in one servo and his arm with the other. He smiled up at the Praxian, ignoring the stares from onlookers. "Prowl, want to go to the archives and get some games? I know there are some good logic games we could play."
"That sounds good. Can I ask about the poem files that are in the library? There are only a few that were by this poet called 'Tronus'." Prowl stopped his explaining when he heard Jazz giggling in his servo. "What is so funny?"
"I didn't think he actually published those old things. He stopped poetry when he got out of the Pits." Jazz continued snickering before seeing the confused expression in his mate's ward's optics. "Did you really not know Lord Megatron wrote poetry?"
The Praxian stopped in the middle of their walk when his glitch spiked instantly. "What? He-" Prowl leaned against a light pole when the buildup intensified. Jazz panicked and grabbed his white servos in fear, but he remembered what his mate said about Prowl's glitch and he had to force his fear back. The Praxian couldn't believe it, he read and enjoyed something Megatron did. He sympathized and felt every emotion that was typed out on those pads. "But he… I-"
"Prowl, shhhh it's okay. Don't crash, please. Focus on me Prowler." Jazz whispered and rubbed his wings gently to coax him away from the crash. Prowl leaned against the other monochrome mech with a shaky ex-vent. The visored mech guided the other mech's optics to lock with his hidden ones. "Deep intakes, good. It's okay to not know everything, and not a lot of bots know that Lord Megatron used to do poetry."
"I suppose I let my emotions take control too fast. Would you like to go to the archives now and then perhaps we can get some confections?" Prowl asked after he gave himself a few moments to recover. Jazz nodded with a smile and took his servo excitedly. The Praxian saw that a few slaves were heading their way, and Prowl took a step behind Jazz and dropped his servo.
Jazz frowned in confusion by his action. "Prowl, what's wrong?" They walked past the two slaves and how they revved their engines as they walked by. Did they just? The Decepticon conjux's face twisted as he went to sneer at them, but he was stopped by Prowl grabbing his servo. "But Prowler."
"Jazz, let them be mad at me. I did some terrible things to earn their distrust in me. Why don't we focus on our date?" Prowl tried to refocus the other's attention to the important task at hand. The Polyhexian looked away from the slaves and focused on their outing once again. I need to keep him distracted from the others. The pair had arrived to a large building that had only a few bot went in and out.
At the palace, Soundwave was pacing Megatron's office with his arms crossed. Megatron and Shockwave were watching their friend grow more agitated by the klik. Having enough of this behavior, Shockwave spoke up. "Soundwave, you are being illogical. You wanted, and agreed, to letting Prowl court your conjux again. As well as approve of Prowl's plan to remove this Prime for us."
"I know this Shockwave!" Soundwave snapped at his friend.
"Then why are you leaving a permanent walk path in my floor?" Megatron asked the mech that continued to pace. Soundwave looked around out of paranoia of his younger sparklings hearing him talk about their Carrier. He had them being watched by Smokescreen, but he was aware how sneaky Flip Sides had gotten and he didn't want her to know anything being said.
"Autobots got inside Jazz's helm and he spent groons focused on that. I don't know how much was said, but whatever it was had terrified him and that can mean bad things for us. And when I went to erase his processor, Prowl said that if I did that then he would get curious on his own." Soundwave stopped in his tracks and stared at them. "And Prowl has come to the conclusion that you, Megatron, already knew who this Prime was."
Megatron put a wall up around a part of his memories when he felt his friend peeking in his processor. "Perhaps we have a suspect and I accidentally forgot to remove the Matrix from the mech we tested. I have been so bored without a Prime to entertain myself with, and he's no Optimus so he won't have too many followers. Now Soundwave, stop worrying about whatever it is that you think is going to happen. Your little mate isn't going to run for the Autobots because of the sparklings you both have, and Prowl has made it very public that he isn't going to help them."
Soundwave crossed his arms with a frown, "I suppose you are right. But perhaps we should gift our mates with that little surprise we had waiting for them."
Jazz was a giggling fool as the pair servo fed each other. They had gotten back from their date and were reclining on the floor in the lounge while a movie was playing in the background. Prowl was against the couch while Jazz sat between his legs. Jazz was currently laughing because one of the gel cubes had melted on the Praxian's chest plate. They leaned in close to each other and started kissing each other, completely forgot about the bowl of gel cubes as they swapped saliva. Prowl lifted Jazz into his arms and carried him up to the berth in their chambers.
"Prowler, can we please interface the way you would?" Jazz asked behind heated intakes. He scooted back with the other mech crawled on top of him while leaving kisses up his frame. The Polyhexian shivered as he felt the other mech's servo gently ran up his frame. Prowl went back to kissing his lover on the lips while he gently squeezed various spots on the smaller mech.
The monochrome Praxian left soft nibbles on the mewling Polyhexian. Jazz followed the top mech's lead with his legs going around the back of his legs. Prowl looked down at Jazz with a gentle smile before tapping the side of his helm, deactivating his visors. "As radiant as the moons." Jazz purred at the compliment and thanked the mech with a nuzzle against his arm. "I had enjoyed taking you out on an actual date for once."
"Me too Prowl." Jazz kissed him softly before his valve cover slid over. The Praxian chuckled at the sight and gently ran a servo down to his legs. I want to form a trine, but I don't want to be a mood killer. He was brought out of his thoughts when he felt Prowl's adept digits start curling. "Oh, Primus yes!"
Soundwave walked into his chambers after dropping the Cassetticons in their room. He just barely opened the door before he was bombarded by sounds of ecstasy and thoughts of pleasure. The lord walked in on Prowl collapsing in post overload. His mate crashed from his own overload, and now he had to wait for Prowl's mod to deactivate before giving his gift to his ward. He walked for the interlocked pair, stopping short of the berth when he felt something off about his mate. Soundwave saw the glow, the infamous glow of a spark merge.
No, don't lash out. You are allowing them to fall in love. Thank Unicron that he will not get sparked. Soundwave waited until he watched his mate and his ward tiredly pull apart before laying behind Jazz with his arm holding his mate to his frame. The Decepticon lord wasn't tired in the slightest, but he was going to enjoy the aftermath when they online. He ran the back of his digit down Jazz's heat frame, soliciting a vicious shiver. Prowl onlined first and his groggy optics slowly met the staring Decepticon.
"We certainly have a lot to talk about, hm?" He stood up and signaled for the Praxian to follow. Still recovering from the interfacing, Prowl took his time to get up. They left the Polyhexian to recharge and the pair went to the red room. Prowl didn't stop the tired groan from escaping his voice box. "Oh, we're coming here for something very different. Congratulations Prowl, you successfully got Jazz to fall in love with you completely. Took you 912.5 solar cycles to get there, but you did it. And to reward you for assisting us in removing the threat of this Prime, and your continuous loyalty to my mate and I, I will give you a choice."
Prowl was placed in the chair that was behind the desk. Sitting on the desk were the Autobot and Decepticon insignias, but their colors were switched. "Sir?" What is this?
"It's very simple Prowl, Autobot or Decepticon? You will not be the only one getting one, but if you're going to be living in my household then you should at the very least represent my household. Correct?" Soundwave stood behind his ward; their reflection was seen in the two emblems. Prowl's spark pulsed harder and his wings twitched as he stared at the pieces of metal in front of him.
If I choose the Autobot one then that shows I'm still loyal to the Autobots, but if I choose the Decepticons then I'll be representing my loyalty to Soundwave and this new Cybertron. Prowl's servos curled on the arms of the chair as he thought of them. He rose a servo over both sigils before he picked up the purple Autobot insignia. "Form does not dictate function."
Song: Black Black heart by David Usher
DJD:
Red Alert: Tarn
Mirage: Kaon
Hound: Vos
Shockwave:
Ratchet, Blurr Preceptor
Megatron:
Ironhide, Smokescreen Bumblebee
Soundwave:
Jazz, Prowl Bluestreak (Barricade)
Constructicons:
Wheeljack
Coneheads:
Arielbots
Stunticons:
Protectobots
Metroplex:
Forced to house the mining slaves
Gladiator Pits:
Sunstreaker Sideswipe
Pleasure houses/clubs:
Elita and femmes, Tracks, and others